The next day, it slowly rose with the sun.

The guy cooked porridge for everyone to drink.

Fu Nanfeng shouted loudly, "Hurry up and eat more, we're going to set off for a quick trip."

"Woo woo woo woo..." The bald bandit smelled the scent of the porridge and swallowed.

"What are you doing?" Fu Nanfeng pulled out the cloth from his mouth.

"I'm hungry, brother, we won't snatch it anymore. We won't snatch it again. You can let us go."

"Let you go? When we come back, you will ambush us again?" Fu Nanfeng snorted and said, "Do you think I am a fool?"

The bald man cried and said, "What should we do? We are hungry."

"You guys wait honestly. When I leave, someone will come to help you untire you tomorrow." Fu Nanfeng said.

"Then we will starve to death..."

"It's not so easy to starve to death." Huo Junan walked over, "giving them a steamed bun for each person."

"OK."

One of the dry steamed buns stuffed into one of them, and if you like it or not.

After the stadiumers and the coachmen were all full of food and drink, they all set off.

The remaining group of bandits were tied together and tied into a circle.

"Brother, what should we do?"

"What do you think of? Find a way to untie the rope."

"This is too tight to be able to be unlocked."

A group of bandits called Tiantian and said that the earth and earth were not effective.

Until one morning two days later, two teams of officers and soldiers surrounded them all with them.

"Take back to the county government!"

*

Old Man Huo is busy buying shops and making potato flour. He is busy almost every day.

But he didn't feel tired at all, and he always seemed to be happy.

After more than ten days of preparation, the first potato flour in Anle Town has officially opened.

The name is simple, it is called Shen Niangzi Potato Flour.

The best process of making potato flour is achieved every step. If you cook the soup, the taste will be tasted.

As soon as it opened, it was loved by men, women, and young people in the town.

There are eight square tables in the shop, and they are filled with people every day.

Depending on the tastes of the guests, Shen Wanniang suggested that Old Man Huo enter Ma Yulan's small pickles.

Now Ma Yulan has also become aware of it. She has made many kinds of pickles, and dried radish is divided into sour and spicy, and several kinds of spicy and spicy.

Not to mention the flavor that can be added to the potato flour, even if you eat it with big white steamed buns on weekdays, you can eat it.

Potato flour is sold well, and many restaurants are very interested.

But after studying it, they just couldn't understand how to make potato flour from Mrs. Shen's house.

Shen Wanniang went out for a walk that day, watching several people surrounding Old Man Huo and pulling him and not letting him go.

"What are you doing?" Shen Wanniang went up and asked sternly.

This shocked several people.

Old Man Huo quickly explained, "Don't worry, daughter-in-law, it's nothing, they don't do anything to me."

"Then what do they want to do."

"They came from a nearby town and wanted to buy potato flour recipes and recipes, but I don't want to sell them."

So that's how it is, Shen Wanniang breathed a sigh of relief.

When those people saw that Mrs. Shen was coming.

He surrounded her again.

"Miss Shen, you see, we all really want to learn."

"You tell me the price, we're happy to buy it."

They were happy to buy it, but Shen Wanniang was not very happy to sell it.

She originally wanted to play the signboard of Miss Shen.

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